I'll start.
Some people, not just on imageboards, but behind the counter at gun stores, have some odd preconceptions about proper defensive armament for people other than the baseline user–that is, people other than adult males with normal hand size, grip strength, and upper body strength.
"What the little lady here needs is an airweight Taurus .38 snubby! Look, this one's pink!" Yeah, she'll love it. Until she takes it to the range and fires it once and the recoil jolts the fillings out of her teeth.
Let me preface what I'm about to say by saying that this is a moral pronouncement I'm about to make, rather than a demand for change of laws. I'm speaking in terms of changes I'd like to see in the gun culture and what we do or don't approve of or endorse when we see it. Ready?
There are people out there who choose a self-defense firearm because it's pink, because it weighs almost nothing (unloaded, natch), because it comes with a laser. Yes, almost all of these people are women. You know what? They aren't serious about self-defense and they aren't going to train. They aren't comfortable with or at peace with the idea that they just might find themselves fighting for their lives in a supermarket parking lot and they're not comfortable with the idea of killing. They're not going to build any kind of proficiency, they're not going to go to the range at all, they're not going to train. And when they see that knife in Tyrone's hand, they're going to hesitate, and predators can smell fear. And Tyrone's gonna get himself a brand new gun along with her purse, right after he strangles her with her own stockings and rapes her corpse. This is not a desirable outcome, for a number of reasons, not least of which is that I don't want to be the first one Tyrone shoots with his new toy.
I don't understand this mindset. A gun is not a fucking good luck charm. It's not a magic wand that makes bad people stop what they're doing and go away and leave you alone. It's a tool that you just might have to use to fight for your life. If that happens you're betting your life and the lives of the people around you on your choice of weapon and your proficiency with it. If you aren't comfortable with that, get a rape whistle. Here's one in pink.
I'm just saying. There are people who aren't going to train with it, aren't going to git gud. I'm saying, git gud or don't bother. Here's your rape whistle.
But then I also think that CCW handgun qual courses should require enough proficiency that fatass Fudds who've not touched a handgun since the Navy sixty years ago and their wives who've never seen a gun except on TV might not pass on their first try, or their second, if they don't have their shit squared away and they don't have a good grasp of the fundamentals.
It all comes down to the fact that if you aren't proficient you're going to hesitate, and if you hesitate Tyrone and his homeboys are getting a gun along with your wallet. Did I mention I don't want to be the next one they shoot? I want you to win. I want you to be the one who leaves on his own two feet and not in a body bag.
GIT GUD. Come to the range and shoot. This is Mr. Front Sight, he's your new best friend. Or get a rape whistle. It's up to you.